demon hunter at hogwarts

"I heard that there is a saying among Muggles: 'When people dislike each other, they express their dissatisfaction with their eyes and make sure that the other person feels this.'" Dumbledore stood. Outside the hole in the wall, he gently kicked the broken boards on the ground with his feet, "But gentlemen, the speed of progress between you really surprised me."

"You ran out of your comfortable office and came to my cold, shabby pub with the smell of goat's odor everywhere just to say something like this?" The bar owner glared at Dumbledore sideways, his tone unkind.

Regulus' eyes looked back and forth between the two, further confirming his suspicions.

Both men were equally tall and thin, with long beards and none of the hairline concerns that British wizards have.

The most important thing is that their blue eyes are exactly the same.

"In all these years, has no one ever become suspicious?" Regulus couldn't help but ask, gesturing back and forth between the two of them with his fingers.

"That's a good question. You should have noticed that he and I have nothing in common." The bar owner obviously understood what Regulus really meant, "If I also wear a pair of glasses like his."

After saying that, the bar owner took out a pair of dirty glasses from nowhere. After putting them on, his bright blue eyes were completely hidden behind the oily lenses, and he could no longer see any sharp eyes. Feel.

"Indeed...who would think about this?" Regulus shook his head and smiled, "But in this way, many things will make sense..."

"I have to remind you two that people from the Ministry of Magic may come here at any time to check the situation. I don't want the front page of the Daily Prophet to appear tomorrow with words like 'Hogwarts professor suspected of having an illegal duel because he did not pay for the drink. "Arrested" title." Dumbledore suddenly interrupted the unclear conversation between the two.

Then, the old principal turned to the bar owner and asked with a smile: "I'm not welcome to come in and sit down?"

The bar owner snorted, without looking at Dumbledore, and simply turned around and went back behind the bar, where a goat ran out from nowhere and was staring uneasily at Regulus, the uninvited guest.

Dumbledore spread his hands towards Regulus, walked into the house through the hole in the wall, waved his wand gently, and the messy house soon returned to its original appearance: dirty, greasy, as if accumulated centuries of dirt.

Regulus was sure that Dumbledore could remove the dirt in a matter of seconds if he wanted to.

The old principal seemed to see through Regulus's mind. After a light blue light flashed, a set of tables and chairs in the room immediately changed into a brand new look, which was incompatible with the entire bar environment.

"I promise, we will get them back to their original state when we leave." Dumbledore raised his voice and said to the bar owner, then he pulled up a chair and motioned for Regulus to sit down as well.

"Who would have thought that the most convenient bar in Scotland for reselling prohibited items is actually under your surveillance..." Regulus crossed his fingers on the table and stared at Dumbledore and said, "What a wonderful trick. Son, you can figure out what those people are doing without any effort."

"I'm ashamed to say that this was not my original intention." The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared. "This is entirely the extra assistance Aberforth gave me..."

Before he finished speaking, two dirty wine bottles flew out of the bar and slammed onto their table, interrupting Dumbledore's emotion.

At the bar, Aberforth looked still angry, and Regulus was even a little worried that he might burst the wine glass he was wiping because he was using too much force.

Or maybe he was always like this, full of anger and unruly.

"How did you think of coming here to investigate?" Dumbledore took a sip of butterbeer, not paying any attention to the oil stains on the bottle. "As you said, no one has raised any suspicion in all these years."

"Perhaps someone has had suspicions, but is just unwilling to investigate. Anyone who is older: Ephias Dorje, Professor McGonagall, or anyone else can tell who he is just by taking a glance." Regulus reached out and pointed at Aberforth, who received a cold snort.

"...Or maybe they know about your relationship, but they just don't tell it." Regulus continued, "As for young people who don't know...after all, you are all over 100 years old, and we usually don't go there. Pay attention to what relatives people had in the last century and what they were doing.”

"That's right. In fact, the reason is very simple. It is easy for old people to understand young people, because what young people have experienced, old people have also experienced with them..." Dumbledore said with some emotion, "But conversely... ... Young people don’t know what the old people have experienced. After all, the history of oral notes is not as profound as personal experience. Forgive me, I am a little off topic. Can you tell me, what do you want to know here? In fact, you can definitely Ask me directly."

"I want to know everything that happened when Gilderoy Lockhart gave the dragon egg to Hagrid," Regulus said bluntly. "If I was going to ask you, I would have asked that night."

"Why?" Dumbledore asked with interest. "Although I am not young, I am still somewhat confident in my memory. I should not miss any important details."

"It has nothing to do with memory...anything, as long as it is paraphrased, will be different from the original situation. No matter how good your memory is, this is inevitable." Regulus said, "And about this Loha Te, I have an idea... I need to confirm it."

"I understand." Dumbledore said simply, "In that case, I wish you good luck."

After Gu Lin finished speaking, he drank the bottle of butterbeer in one gulp, and when he opened the door and left the bar, he did not forget to look back and say: "Don't start fighting again."

Dumbledore left, but Aberforth was still wiping the polished wine glass in his hand.

"How long are you going to play with that wine glass?" Finally, Regulus couldn't help but said, "You have heard our conversation, I want to know..."

"Are all the boys in the Black family so impolite?" Aberforth finally squeezed the wine glass and said, "You have seen the fate of Mundungus Fletcher. If you plan to get the same fate as him, Please continue to challenge the bottom line of my tolerance!"

"If you were going to throw me out of the bar, there wouldn't be so much nonsense." Regulus leaned back in his chair, paying no attention to Aberforth's threat.

Aberforth stared at Regulus and suddenly laughed. Then he took out a bottle of strong wine from the wine cabinet, waved his wand to re-glue the broken glass, and finally walked to the table and said roughly He said gruffly: "Let me state in advance that the drink money will be on your head."

"make a deal."

Aberforth uncorked the bottle, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the cabin. After taking a swig, he also started chatting: "That brother of yours caused a lot of trouble for me back then, even though he didn't even realize it. ...And Bellatrix, humph, whoever marries her will have a good life."

"Indeed, Rodolphus is still lying in Azkaban." Regulus said, "Being with the dementors every day, you don't have to worry about other things... Let's talk about Gilderoy Lockhart. Well, how did you recognize him?"

"He wore a hooded suit and pretended to be a wizard traveling from southern Europe... In fact, people who want to do some shady things in this bar will more or less disguise themselves." Abufu Si took off his glasses, "Cross-dressing like Mundungus is just the lowest form of practice... Face-changing props and even taking polyjuice potion are common..."

Aberforth took another sip of wine and continued: "But as long as it is a disguise, there will always be flaws. Gilderoy Lockhart may have been a traveler who traveled around the world. I don't know this... But his behavior in the bar did not look like a qualified traveler at all... Moreover, he seemed to have been waiting for someone to show up..."

"Hagrid." Regulus concluded immediately.

"His motives for approaching Hagrid were too deliberate, so I had to keep an eye on his actions, but I couldn't leave the bar... So, Albus... he found an informant for me," Aberforth said. "Although I don't like her, but...she did tell me that this guy in the hood, after leaving Hogsmeade, changed his appearance and went to London to accept an exclusive interview with the Daily Prophet, and told me in the newspaper A fan of his books, he now lives in Wild Creek Crescent, and I happened to read that issue of the newspaper."

"So this place really exists?" Regulus asked doubtfully, "I thought I was ignorant."

"You are not ignorant, he did make up this place." Aberforth sneered, "Because even I don't know where this damn 'Wild Creek Crescent Street' is... and a week later , my informant told me that she was unable to find Lockhart, and that this man seemed to have disappeared from the world."

"No wonder... there was no response even to the letter Sirius wrote to him according to the address." Regulus took a sip of strong wine and choked and coughed repeatedly.

After he calmed down for a moment, he continued: "I don't trust this guy at all, because he has been possessed by the Dark Lord...so he can do anything." Hagrid said that he gave Lockhart a few Acromantula eggs and how to raise them. Isn’t he busy hatching those lovely spider eggs this month?”

"You mean, he plans to use these spiders to control that big nest in the forest?" Aberforth said thoughtfully.

"Hagrid said that the spiders in the Forbidden Forest are all descendants of the spider he raised called Aragog, and Aragog will not attack humans because of Hagrid," Regulus said. , "But what I saw two days ago is not the case. Not only do they actively attack humans, but they also expand their nests near the centaurs' territory... In short, they are ferocious predators, not cute pets." Just like the dementors in Azkaban, they will find ways to bite humans whenever they have the chance."

"And what Lockhart is plotting is to give them this opportunity?" Aberforth filled his glass again, "I heard that some time ago, the remnants of the Death Eaters made a mess near Inverness. People from the Ministry of Magic were arrested when they piled up five-legged monsters. It seems that they thought the five-legged monsters didn’t have enough legs, so they had to get a bunch of eight-legged things to help?”

"Because they don't have enough manpower, they can only act secretly. If they want to make a big noise, they must use these dark magic creatures." Regulus said seriously, "I don't know what the relationship between Dumbledore and you is. You How much do you know about the current situation..."

"I only know that the situation is not optimistic." Aberforth rushed to say, "As for the relationship between my brother and I...hehe, others thought that with Albus, the wizarding world would be safe and sound...he also He's just a human being, not the reincarnation of Merlin. The mistake he made nearly destroyed the entire wizarding world..."

Feeling Regulus' suspicious gaze, Aberforth changed his subject: "It's wrong to speak ill of others behind their backs. I understand this... Do you know why I am willing to drink with you here? In the past year, you have What you did shows that you are not like Effias Dorje and Hagrid, who think that every pore of my brother is radiating sunshine. You are a guy with your own ideas."

"Are you secretly investigating me?" Regulus raised his eyebrows.

"Investigation? No...but I did put more energy into paying attention to your behavior." Aberforth said generously, "Albus may have his own way to tell whether others are loyal to him, and I also have My own set of criteria... At the beginning, I just wanted to know what made a former Death Eater, a Slytherin from a pure-blood family, risk his life to resist the mysterious man and steal the Got his Horcrux."

"At that time, I was still a young boy who didn't know the heights of the world." Regulus laughed and said, "I thought stealing the Horcrux was the end, but I didn't expect... that was just the beginning."

"It doesn't matter what the reason is... What you need to know is that my brother is good at using these emotions to turn others into his help." Aberforth stared at Regulus and said, "Maybe your starting point , it is indeed what others think of 'bringing the Black family back to glory', but as long as the purpose is consistent...what the motivation is, sometimes it doesn't actually matter, which is why I finally reluctantly agreed to join his damn Order of the Phoenix. Obviously, I don’t like him, but I don’t like You-Know-Who even more.”

"This is also what I think. The current situation of wizards cannot be said to be very good, but if the Dark Lord is allowed to lead...then the wizarding world will definitely be destroyed." Regulus said.